Drummer Boy «Klance»

|Chapt.8|

"Hunk, I fucked up. I fucked up tremendously."

Lance is storming into Hunk's tiny apartment, panicking, and starts pacing around the living room like a madman. Hunk is just standing in the kitchen, holding a spatula and wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron, and looking shocked at Lance's sudden appearance in his house.

"Hi to you too, Lance."

Lance plops down at Hunk's counter. "Do you have any alcohol? I need to get wasted. Actually? Lets just go out to the parking lot and you can run me over with your car. But you have to make sure to at least put me in a coma for eighty years, so that when I wake up everyone I know is dead."

Hunk sighs, accepting that he isn't going to be making corned beef hash anytime soon, and slips his apron off, moving to sit next to Lance. "Always you with the drama." He says fondly. "What the hell happened Lance?" Then his gaze falls onto Lances neck and his eyes widen. He repeats, urgently this time, "What the hell happened Lance?"

Lance sighs shakily. "I...uh..."

"I sure hope you have that bruise because somebody punched you in the neck."

Lance shakes his head. "I...Keith." Is all he says.

Hunk just stares at him, waiting for an explanation. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.

"I kissed Keith. Well, he kissed me. But I didn't stop him. And I kissed back, like, a lot. I kissed back a lot. So I am officially a cheater, first of all. And Keith left in a hurry and it was super awkward after, and I think he's mad, and the worst part of all of this is that it was so, so fucking good, that I almost don't even regret it, which makes me feel insane. I think I've lost all control hunk. I think I'm spiraling. I think there is a black hole in my soul—"

"I think you need to calm dow—"

"—Black hole in my soul that is slowly sucking all of my self control out of my body and leaving me a shell of the emotionally and morally responsible man I once was. Okay, now you can talk."

Hunk sighs, exasperated. "You are exhausting." Then he crosses his arms like a parent scolding their child. "The first thing you need to do is talk to Kate."

"But I—"

"Lance, she deserves an explanation." Hunk says gently. "You are gone for Keith. Staying with her isn't fair anymore. You need to do the right thing."

Fear starts tugging at Lance's chest.

"I know it's scary." Hunk reads his expression without hesitation. "The whole thing is a fucked up kind of scary. But you can't keep pulling them both by the wrist and expecting it to all work out. You have to do something. Do it for yourself."

Lance sighs, his eyes stinging. I'm not going to cry over this.

Hunk looks concerned. "Man, I've never seen you this broken up about someone."

Lance puts his face in his hands, eyes stinging even more. "I don't know what I'm doing." Don't cry don't cry don't cry.

Hunks got his hand on Lances shoulder again. "You don't have to know. Just...end things with Kate, Lance. You gotta." He sounds sad, but firm.

Lance nods.

"I'm sure Keith is pretty broken up about you too." Hunk says softly.

Lance shakes his head, face still in his hands. "Keith can get anyone he wants, I was probably just someone else. Just one of his conquests. He can probably move on in five minutes, find someone way hotter to make out with in the bathroom at the bar." Lances is mumbling into his hands. "There's no way he feels this shitty."